Elizabeth Moore likes to think she's completely normal.
She's not.
She also fancies thinking she's not in love with Remus Lupin.
She is.
So when Sirius Black starts paying attention to her, she's suprised, and a little bit annoyed.
But James Potter thinking she's pranked him? This can't end well.

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: I Hate You, Lily Evans

Chapter 7: I Hate You, Lily Evans

It felt like the world had stopped. All of a sudden, it was just Remus and I. Nothing else mattered. Not the potions essay, not NEWTs next year.

Not even Michael. Oh, mushroom. I started pulling back, my breath ragged.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Sirius' voice came from the doorway. Why me?

"Hi," I said tiredly, resting my head back on Remus' chest.

XYZ

Urgh.

I had such a headache.

Wait, what happened last night? All I really remember is dancing with Remus and snogging Michael. Merlin, I'm a slag!

Ow . . . My head hurts so badly. It feels like someone attacked it with a jackhammer. Maybe some did? Gosh, I'm acting like an idiot.

I fluttered open my eyelids. The light. Ouch.

Wait. This is not the girls' dormitory. I shot up, making my head spin.

"Ow!" I felt like cursing.

"Hello, Lizzie-kins."

Mushroom. I looked over to find Sirius grinning.

"I see you came back with Remus last night." He kept grinning. How was he still this chirpy?

"I did?" I asked.

Sirius' grin disappeared. "You don't remember?"

Remus came in with a glass of water. "Of course she doesn't. She was drunker than you. You would not believe how many times she threw up." He handed me the water and a hangover potion. I mumbled thanks.

"So you don't remember—"

Remus cut Sirius off. "She probably doesn't remember much at all."

"I remember a little of the beginning, some dancing, and snogging Michael." I paused for a second, thinking. "That's about it."